Enlightenment [antikvár]

'Quick, Miss Jane! He's down in the valley now! Run, or you'll miss him!' The servant Hetty stood panting in the doorway. Jane looked up, startled, from her watercolour. 'My niece Kitty just came to the kitchen door with a basket of plums, Miss, and she told us he's down by the Lower Barn.' Jane leapt to her feet, seized her shawl and hesitated. Tf my mother - or Papa - ask for me, teli them I've gone for a walk!' Jane rushed out, past her sister's door, and down the stairs. She knew Mary was deep in a növel, and would not stir for anything. Mary would not share her excitement either. Like everyone else in Gloucestershire, she had heard the feverish talk about Mr Harris, but Mary had only yawned. Tm sure he can't be so tremendous as the Count of Trevasso in The Mysteries of Brunnenberg/ she had said, turning languidly back to her book. Mary was more intrigued by Gothic tales of adventure in distant mountains than what was happening in the fíelds of her own parish. But Jane had heard of Mr Harris and his extraordinary powers with mounting amazement. She was now determined to see him for herself. She burst out of the kitchen door and ran round to the terrace. Newington House stood aloof on a gigantic cliff, commanding immense views beyond the tumbling rocks